Pave Your Own Way
He grabs the steering wheel by the throat
as if daring the road to outlive his tires.
He said “you’ve got a fast heart.
But is it fast enough to keep up with me?
Don’t bother to look before
jumping into my arms,
‘cause it’ll always be a crime
to indulge in the very things
that make me feel alive.”
So who’s to say
we shouldn’t be guilty once in a while?
I tell him “maybe we’ve got too much hope
for too little reason,
but what is a meaningful life
if you do not create your own meaning?”